stolen colours

Plastic Tree - Aoi Tori. A rather old song, released a few years ago. There’s this bittersweetness about the song that grabs me, even though I have no idea what the lyrics are about. Erm, the title means “blue bird”. That’s all I know for now *goes to Google for lyrics translations*.I am really wondering why I wasted so much of my life.
Why didn’t I take Japanese lessons earlier? Grr.Tuesday will be the MCR concert. I was in the gym earlier this evening on the crosstrainer listening to the Black Parade album. I am seriously very excited XD
And Saturday is EOY.I’m gonna need lotsa discipline this week.

Hopefully the car will be back tomorrow. I’ve decided to call her Moonracer, after one of the female Autobots. (Okay, colour scheme a bit salah, but never mind.) We got the car when I started university, so she’s reaching her fifth birthday this year. She’s going to take me throuhg medical school, and then the housemanship year, before silly price economics demand that we abandon her. After which I’ll probably take over Father’s current car (and the accompanying car loan *groans*), which I kinda feel like christening Virtue. Or Sumo. It drinks so much petrol that Brother jests every week “Okay, I’m going to feed the old boy,” before heading to the petrol station. The car just isn’t made for a girl to drive: in order to reach the pedals, I have to move the seat so far forward that I actually have to tilt my head backwards slightly to look at the mirror. The seat itself is too low for my liking.

I guess I’m too used to pocket dynamos.